Montage - Summer Underground

A phone call from Midtown to Queens

Nearly ended everything

You are cemented in my thoughts

The light on in the dark

Now I can’t remember how

September used to bring about

An independence pending on

Just how dependent our bodies are

You had nothing left to say

Right before you

I was evolving

We weren’t meant to stand the flames

Time is a concept

Everyone knows that

Almost crying in a bar is always strange

I never win these sorts of games

You think I’m quiet and detached

The sugars there, can’t reach the latch

I know you need me to explain

The riddled truth — the turning game

I can’t take sides I fear the sum

The question asked told me to run

I have nothing left to say

This is the theme song

Let the credits roll

I say its time for a montage

Video rewind

I’m walking down your driveway

Swallowed in the silence

I enter through the basement

A pile of your laundry

Make the corners of your bed

I’ll watch you from the den

Oh the rhythm of your shoulders

I’ve never had a friend — a friend invite me over

Who listened like a lover

My eyes glued to the mirror

Something becomes clearer

In the quiet of your bathroom

There are things I cannot tell you

Things that might compel you to kick my shins

I had nothing left to say

Right before me I saw a lifetime

You are the rope!

That I can hold on to

I can’t ever make plans my brain doesn’t work that way

I’ll swim if the water says

When she rolled over

And whispered in your ear

«Do all rats go to heaven or just the ones who care?»